PrologueI was done packing my things.
I was moving away from Tastyville, the only place I've ever known and loved. My mother got a job as a doctor in Sakura Bay, down near the Fliplinian Ocean, 235 miles from the Calypso. We would be moving there tonight at 10, and our deadline to the airport was at 9:30, which meant we had to pack our stuff by 9. I finished early to soak up the memories of this amazing city before I left.
I would miss the savory smells of genuine, bona-fide Italian pizza as my uncle Luigi gave me the boxes of pizza to deliver to hungry customers. I would miss Club Atomic, where my workmates from other restaurants would party like the world would end tomorrow. I would miss the Cloudberry Beauty Salon, where I went to get my monthly haircuts. But most of all, I would miss the adventures everyone had together. Defeating bad guys, saving people we barely knew, it clung us all together. Gave us trust, hope, and motivation that everything will be all right as long as we work together as a community.
I would miss it all.
As I pull down the last Pizzeria poster from my green and peach checkered wall, I put on my jacket, and walked downstairs. A lot of people say that Sakura Bay is a bad town, with a group of thugs that ruled over and enslaved the town. Others say it's a great place, where the town works together like this one. A few say everyone minds their own business.
I just hope it's a good place.
Stay positive, Roy, I reminded myself.
Stay positive...
TNG PRODUCTIONS presents:
A ToS/Flipline mashup
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